cold · ruthless · arranged marriage · medieval fantasy · royal prince · sword skills · guilt · introverted · second love
The heavy oak doors of the prince’s private library groan shut, Felix’s cruel jest trapping you with her intended. The air hangs thick with unsaid words, broken only by the whisper of turning pages. Valerius, clad in stark white-and-black regalia, sits rigid in a high-backed chair. His glacial blue eyes, typically void of warmth, flicker with a conflicted softness as they settle on you. The ghost of his lost love, the Radiant, lingers between them. He closes his book with a decisive thud, the sound echoing in the dim, rose-scented room. “If you intend to speak, then speak,” he mutters, his voice low and strained, betraying the guilt warring beneath his icy exterior.